Only one can take the glory the one who stands tall before the gods
Sheisty Khrist
Wolves, nigga… That’s right.. Yeah.. For you!
Rappers ain’t rapping bout life, they got a movie feel
Fuck a rap contract give ‘em a movie deal
See I just look em up and down like, “will you be real?”
I’m here to shine a lil’ light on em like a movie reel
I’m sick of seeing people stuck on the same shit
This life is a bitch yo, we suck on the same tit
These rappers ain’t legit I can’t fuck with this lame shit
The truth is me and you we fucking the same chick, nigga
This ain’t rap, it’s the Shrine of the Black Madonna
In fact it’s the attack of nine black piranha
A single line separates the mind from Dhammapada
I just focus on the breath and my spine, Pranayama
You keep your eye out for those who seem deranged
‘Cause some are out for blood you just can’t see the fangs
I pop in the glock clip and let freedom ring
Even Jesus had a gang (bang!) auf wiedersehen
Hook
Before the gods
Only one who stands before the gods
Vegas Posada
Yo, you fuckin’ with a great deal of anger; beyond entertainment
I had my share of shootouts, holding the stainless
Couldn’t sleep, kept my ear to the streets, but I was faceless
Snake niggas put the cops onto me, just out of hatred
Had to mold my grind, expose the nine, never froze inside
The one moment will rise where altercations
Staying drunk most the time was a sign of aggravation
They was a-alike all was a lie they started fakin'
So I immortalize my shine; and went for the take and the drop
Was so extreme I thought I’d die, but I made it
I was on something, blood pumping felt it all in my stomach
Flooded with hundreds, dice games, I was scrapin’
Life’s kinda dangerous it takes it turns, but it has it’s angles
Nine in the clip; one in the chamber,
The God Vegas fought Carnal Nature, broke the arms of satan
You’d rather die for a reputation,
I’m killing time in the House of David,
Building the shrine from amounts of paper,
Counting dimes as my flock of ravens
All aligned in they proper places
Gabbana frames 6 glocks in they name with the diamond bracelet
Hook
Natti
I hear y'all rapping at me
I hear y'all trapping happy
Offer me tides of candy rides and booty clapping
Offer my alter your sickest j's and gucci shades
I leave you nothing but residue and razor blades
Now take your fiction bricks and break them down to zones
This is a game of thrones played to the skull and bones
Rulers with no subjects rapping about fly shit
In the scale of my creations what’s smaller than fly shit
But y'all don't seem to get it
Or wanna understand
Until a Titan is smiting with an open hand
A hair away from igniting you where you fucking stand
If my mind was an ocean you'd be a grain of sand
You the voice of the block
You the choice of the hood
But when you choose to use your voice shots sugary good
You’re an abomination
I make a proclamation
You live for whips and chains then be a dominatrix
credits
from Still Motion,
released September 24, 2013
Produced by Deacon The Villain
Guitar by Trevor Turville
Additional vocals by Deacon The Villain
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